What We’ve Bargained
i sometimes let myself wander
and it is then that i begin to wonder
how the world so often slumbers
while the rest are left to hunger
they say our skies are yet the same
blue light glows but theirs is aflame
ours sustains, the other covers in acid rain
still our help never came
prada, coach, gucci — we’re dragged
by corporations with price tags
while they just want a body bag
to honour those who didn’t make it back
and as i wander, a question stems:
who is us and who is them —
and why is one condemned;
oh how we drown in classism
it warps our palates with thoughts so fierce
our tongues are now meant to pierce
teeth bared — it’s really all a farce
the lies our world likes to nurse
but soon enough, I’ll awake
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and the questions will start to fade
repeating the same mistakes
that i promised not to make
is it easier that we’re all the same?
we walk without an aim
words sharp to blame
still, they’re left to be maimed
i sometimes let myself wander
and it is then that i begin to wonder
how many worlds ours has plundered
and how many times before the thunder
will finally make us realize our blunders
how many we’ve made into a number
and our hesitation lets our worlds go under
but justice always will prevail
even when our tongues continue to fail
we cannot forget our actions leave trails
and all will hear of our sad tale
how we’ve put our honour up for sale
complicity is what we’ve ascertained
allowing wealthy corporations to gain
all these worldly passions are in vain
look with whom we’ve bargained!
oh, see what you’ve bargained
